Because I'm stupid, there's a new horse coming here next week. Not my horse, but because I will do anything to avoid writing, I decided this guy who comes to ride with me needed his own horse and even though we've only known each other a few months, he is now going to have his own horse and keep it at my house.
I don't actually NEED another horse here at my house. I have plenty of children and chickens and dogs and horses. Except the children seem to be leaving, one by one. In the way that apparently children do, in normal homes, like it's no big deal. I'm not having the easiest time with this. Why do people need to go and do things?
I will try and not fill up the holes entirely with horses and horse related products. I could maybe learn to sell my writing, or be kinder to people or share myself a little more. I don't really know what I'm doing here if not for children, and horses have always sort of kept me buoyant, even in the worst of times. Even if I'm in the hospital from lack of buoyancy from falling from horses.
My body is getting older, it's telling me. I'm only 53. The numbers are silly, but they are telling me, your time is running thin, lady. There's still much to do.
We'll start with pairing this horse and this human. This horse has a Gilligan personality and so does the owner. I like the pairing, and the happily ever after which includes much work. But the trail's the thing. It might not cure the baby bye bye blues, or cure anything, but I don't go there to cure I just go to breathe.
